The Rival Bank Robbers

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OOC: this is a thread of two rival bank gangs that rob banks. One group is consisted of all males and the other all females. I see each gang having four members each. If I get more interest than that then we could maybe use a marshall or other females who will be in Carson City already and want to join the gang! Setting is the Old West, mid 1800's. My character is Elizabeth Bennett, aka Liza Blue. I use my given name to stake out the cities where we are robbing banks. My gang and the law know me as Liza Blue. Elizabeth appears to be a well-to-do lady, balck hair pulled up and violet eyes. Liza allows her curly black hair to flow down over her shoulders.

IC: Liza Blue wasn't my real name but it sounded better than Elizabeth Bennett. I was an outlaw now and I had a reputation to uphold. The first time I robbed that bank in Bakersfield it had been such a rush that I formed a gang. we had robbed twelve banks since its formation. "The Bandit Queens," as we had become known as, consisted strictly of women. Since our sex had been deprived of so much in this country, I felt it necessary to take what had not been afforded to us.

Each of us had large bounties placed on our heads. Fortunately for us, no one had ever seen our faces while we robbed the banks. We had never actually kiled anyone but our threats always sounded genuine enough that the tellers quickly handed us what we demanded. Our next heist was being planned in Carson City. That is where our story begins.

The gang rode into Carson City on the stagecoach. One of the other girls had opted to bring the horses and hide them outside of town, planning to join us later.

We emerged from the coach to the male onlookers, dazed by our beauty. We all appeared to be normal women on a journey. I was dressed in a purple silk dress trimmed in black. The color of the dress was almost the same shade as my eyes and complimented my jet black hair. At 24 years of age, I should have been settled down with a husband and kids. Instead I was plundering from the wealthy.
 
The Bull

There wasn't a lawman alive that was going to try and take down Sean 'The Bull' Calloway. His reputation preceeded him. The 6'5'' red-haired Irishman had put more lawmen in the hospital or in the mortician's care than any outlaw.
The one time he had been captured, five deputies had jumped him while he was with two of Tombstone's finest whores. He had soon busted out of prison and taken a few deputies with him.
Despite that, he was a gentle lover and a kind soul, a sort of Wild West Robin Hood.
Today, he was riding out by the flat mesas beyond the Wide Pass, planning to meet his gang of fellow lawbreakers.
 
Thor "sure death" Kidd

OOC: Thor was feared throughout the west. Although a robber, his real forte was a lightning fast two handed draw, and marksmanship that could drill an ace out of a playing card at 50 paces. He was about 6', eyes of iceberg blue, and a visage that struck fear into the hearts of all wherever he walked.

Thor rode slowly...he was in no hurry, and the rest of his "associates" would be along shortly......He nudged his jet black steed toward Wide Pass.
 
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Beck Riley

OOC: Beck was a smart ass, that was all there was to it. The only thing quicker than his lips were his hands. He could have his gun out, aimed, and the hammer pulled back before the other man would have his hand on his pistol. But he was also, to put it simply, an alcoholic. He liked to live life like there was no tomorrow, because, well, chances were there wasn't.

Standing at 6' even and weighing a little over 150 pounds, there wasn't a gram of fat on his body. He figured when he turned 30 (if he got to 30) his belly would be larger than a cow's, but he was still young, aged 22 years, and loved to drink. Although being an outlaw, he was pretty self-concious about his looks. He had neatly trimmed brown hair, that never seemed to grow longer, and was always clean shaven. His eyes were a sharp green, and the white was tinted yellow from the years of drinking.

IC: I poured myself another glass of brandy while I waited for the rest of the crew to arrive at the designated meeting area.
 
Honey Harper

Liza and I had been hooked up for years, and were pretty damn good at our real profession, robbing banks. Honey was the name I took for my "professional" work, but my real name was Olivia Hardesty. We thus far had been successful travelling incognito in our real lives, but when it came time to work, our alter egos came out. I had naturally long blond hair which I kept pinned up as Olivia, but let it fall naturally when "working."

Liza and I arrived in Carson City on the stage, and as we departed it, I felt the eyes of many male admirers on us. We were dressed properly conservatively, as if we were just at one stop in a cross-country journey. A couple of the men tipped their hats to us, and I smiled shyly, slowly blinking my baby blue eyes. I smiled to myself, "If these guys only knew....". Who would ever guess that these young, conservative-looking ladies could be the same ones that had already robbed twelve banks.....
 
Earl McQueen rode a buckskin mare named Scar and carried a Navy44 worn smooth with use. He was a crack shot with the black painted Winchester slung in the saddle holster. In his saddle bags he carried papers on almost every desperado in the territory including Liza Blue and Bull Calloway.
He didn't call himself a bounty hunter but most men did.

OOC: Picture Clint Eastwood in any 'Spaghetti Western'
 
ooc:...Western terrain varies a lot. Since you mention Carson City is it correct to assume were on the edge of the Great Basin and the Sierra Nevadas?...Would 1870 give or take a few be about right?
 
OOC: Obviously History has not been my strong suit...lol Sounds good to me though ariosto! Thanks you :)

Also...we need at least 2 more women!
 
Hmmmm....not sure how much time I'll have

OOC: If things get too overwhelming, I can be the first one captured or something....if that's OK.

Let's see.....my name is Samantha Wells, but I go by Sam. I was working as a whore in Santa Fe, and couldn't wait to get out of that hellhole. I'd met up with "Liza" and after talking with her decided robbing banks was probably a more exciting occupation than whoring, so I packed up what little I had and came along.

I'm 22, long curly auburn hair, and sparkling green eyes. I have a body that I discovered early on that most men couldn't resist. I've never been much concerned about my identity being discovered, as I'm able to get out of most scapes by applying the skills I learned as a whore. Although my body could be used as a "weapon" if needed, I was also a pretty good shot as well.

While Elizabeth and Olivia had taken the stage to Carson City, I had opted to bring the horses.

IC:
I had rode along the outskirts of Virginia City, careful not to be noticed, but also remembering the huge amounts of silver that pour out of that city every day. Kind of made me wonder why we were spending our time on Carson City, when the wealth was here. Oh, well, my job is to follow instructions, not make them.

I had wanted to go into town, get cleaned up, but I knew a single woman with 3 horses in tow would arouse too much suspicion, so I opted to make camp in a small box canyon, and tried to clean myself up in a local stream. I did feel better with the dust of several days washed off, and my hair once again clean and shiny.

I'd managed to catch a rabbit, and though I hated skinning the damn things, I overcame my aversion, and was now sitting back on my bedroll, watching the rabbit roast on the fire, and watching the sky turn from bright blue to a darker hue. I mused as the stars came out, picking out my old favorites.

I knew tomorrow I had to be at Wide Pass to meet with the rest of the gang, so I hobbled the horses, and laid down to get some rest. Morning would be here soon enough, and I needed to be ready.
 
The Bull

Just before the clearing, The Bull quickly dismounted and, deceptively quick for a man his size, worked his way up the side of one of the mesas.
After a bit of a looksee, he dropped down fairly close to Beck, but not too close that he might get a body fulla lead.
"Beck," he said. "It's been a while, pour me a coupla fingers of brandy, there, kid."
He whistled for Shamrock, his steed to move up and join him.
 
Liza Blue

Honey and I made our way to the local hotel. We checked in under our real names, taking two of the finest rooms. In the darknees of tonight we would rendezvous with Sam and bring her into town with us. Right now the only thing I wanted was a nice hot bath. The chambermaid prepared my bath for me as I slipped out of my clothing. I shooed the maid away and slid into the inviting water.

As I heard someone outside my door, I reached beside me and grabbed my gun. "hey, Liza," she whispered,"it's me, Honey."

With a sigh of relief I answered, "Come on in, Honey." She walked in, obviously enying my bath water. "So, what's up?"
 
Beck

"Ah ha, Bull," I replied, filling up a small tin cup with brandy, "How does it go?" My northern accent was very apparent and I didn't make much of an effort to hide it.

Bull put the brandy down in one gulp and handed the glass back to me. "Now (sounding like Na'), where ah' the othuhs?" I asked Bull while pouring the booze.
 
He grinned. "The longer it takes for them all t' git here, th' better 'tis for y'all, right?"
He drained the brandy, burped lightly and said, "Man, this'd be a night I could use some comp'ny, I reckon."
 
McQueen hobbled Scar and let him graze in the moonlight. He quietly slid the winchester out and walked cautiously toward the smell of the fire and burning meat. It was too late to invite himself to dinner but maybe they'd moved on and left a few remains. His stomach was biting a hole in his backbone and he wouldn't be choosy.
A horse snuffled in the distance. So they were still there.
He went into a crouch and managed to gain a vantage point without being seen. A single figure wrapped in a bed roll. The fire nearly played out and half a scrawny jack rabbit on a stick propped over it.
He was damned hungry, never should have taken that east trail. Levering a cartridge into the rifle he strode down into the fire light.

"Haloo, there. I mean no harm t'ya. Need that grub though."
 
I swallowed my tenth or eleventh cup of brandy and whiped the remnants off my lips with my forearm. I reached for the almost empty bottle of brandy when I heard the man's voice.

"Ya' tew tense, pa'dna. Put that the'e rafle down and take a seat," I told him, "If ya don't relax, yuh gunna put a bulluht in sumbody's head."
 
Honey Harper

We checked in to the hotel, each one of us taking one of the best rooms in the hotel - they were next door to each other, and after I unpacked, I went out my door and knocked softly on Liza's door. "Hey Liza, it's me - Honey." She told me to come on in - I moved in quickly and closed the door quietly behind me. I turned around and saw that she was in a tub of hot water, soaking away the trip on the stage.

I laughed and said "I should have known that you would be goofing off already, although I have to admit, that bath does look good." Liza looked quite content laying there in the tub, her long curly hair let down to hang naturally, just the tips touching the water. I kind of lost my train of thought seeing her in the tub, and she asked "Do you think anyone suspects us?"

"No, I think we are in a good spot in this hotel - no one in their right mind would suspect two beautiful and "fragile" ladies of planning to rob the bank." She grinned up at me and agreed. That water was looking better and better all the time....
 
OOC:
Now I ain't sure there's been a mixup here Trippin Billy but that there's Sam's toasty bunny I got a hankerin fer.
 
Sam

OOC: Just my toasty bunny, huh, McQueen??

IC: I here him approaching in the darkness, the horses giving him away. I clutch the Colt at my side, heart beating, waiting....

"Haloo, there. I mean no harm t'ya. Need that grub though."

I swiftly spring up into a sitting position as I draw the Colt in front of me with a dead aim at the stranger in my campfire.

"If all you're lookin for is some food, then why do you come down here with a gun, mister? Drop the rifle over here by me, and I might be willing to share what's left of this rabbit."

As my eyes spell out the threat my voice didn't, I'm suddenly conscious of this man staring at me. I had only wore my chemise, and could feel his gaze staring at the almost sheer fabric at my heaving breasts, barely covered by my long, tousled hair.

"I mean it, mister! Drop the rifle or I shoot!"
 
A woman!
McQueens pale eyes began to glow.

"Sure. No problem."
He leaned down and placed the rifle on the ground.
He took a few steps forward and stopped. She gestured at his gunbelt.
He untied the leg strap then unbuckled the belt. It fell with a small puff of dust at his feet.
He grinned...

"How 'bout m'drawers Ma'am. want me to drop them too?"
 
Liza Blue

I saw Honey eyeing my bath water with envy in her gaze. I picked up a big handful of suds and threw them at her. We both broke out in a fit of giggles.

"Now, you wouldn't want to share my hot water, would you Honey?" I ask, already knowing her response. She sheds her clothes quickly and slides into the steaming water. I did not want to deprive her of this luxury. I admire her curvaceous body that I have shared from time to time. The scar on her left shoulder has healed nicely. She was shot there on our tenth bank robbery. So far Sam was the only one of us who has not been wounded.

"Feels heavenly, doesn't it?" I ask as I watch the tension leave her tired aching body.
 
The Bull

"Never kin be to careful, ya know. I always like to keep my senses sharp, not dulled by things like that," he said, gesturing to the bottle of brandy.
 
Honey Harper

Liza picked up a handful of bubbles with water and threw it my way. We laughed as she invites me into the tub with her - she read my mind!! I quickly unbuttoned everything until I was standing nude before her. Her eyes ran over me from head to toe as I stepped into the tub to join her. "Feel heavenly doesn't it, " she said. I sat back and loosened my long blonde hair, letting it fall to my shoulders. I shook it to fluff it up, causing my breasts to jiggle. I know Liza noticed this, as her eyes were on me.

"Yes, Liza, this is almost heaven - the water is perfect!!" I looked over at her as I said it, admiring her. She could be so tough when we were on the job - we both had to be - but she was such a sweetheart and so gentle when things were quiet. AS I looked at her, I was aware how beautiful she was, her wet body just oozing sensuality.

AS we both adjusted our position, our legs kept rubbing together as they moved back and forth - her soft skin felt sooo good against mine...
 
Sam

"No, mister, you just be sure you keep them drawers on."

I scramble up to pick up the rifle and the gunbelt, and bring them over to my bedroll, keeping the Colt trained on this stranger. I motion to the rabbit - or rather the remains.

"Now, you go ahead, help yourself to whatever's left. Might keep the damn coyotes away from here."

I sit back on my bedroll, and wrap a blanket around my shoulders as I watch the stranger almost devour what was left of the scrawny rabbit. Seeing as he was unarmed, I put the Colt down, and got up to put some more wood on the dying fire.

"I got some tequila in one of the saddlebags, if your thirsty, mister. By the way, what's your name and where you heading to, if you don't mind sayin?"

As I stoke the fire, I know that my body is backlit from the light, and I can feel his eyes appraising me. I glance at him around the veil of my hair, but figure he must be too hungry and tired to be of much concern. Probably just eat and then be on his way. I look up at the sky. Yeah, should be able to get a few more hours of sleep before having to move on...
 
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Liza Blue

Honey, Sam and I had shared many things over the years. We had shared our loot, our men, and even our own bodies, from time to time. We were really sisters in our causes. Tonight Honey and I would share the bath and our bodies.

"If you turn around, Honey, I'll wash your hair for you." Honey had the most beautiful hair and I loved running my fingers through it. My hands gently and thoroughly masaged the soap into it before I rinsed it clean. When I had completed that task, she leaned back against my chest and I wrapped my arms around her to lather up her breasts and stomach. Enjoying the sensation, she turned her head to mine and drew her lips to mine for a long, passionate kiss. My fingers swirled each of her erect nipples, causing her to moan into my mouth. Our tongues snaked through each others mouths, winding round the tip of each.
 
Honey Harper

I turned around and Liza began running her fingers through my hair - her fingers felt so good as she massaged in the soap and then rinsed it clean. I was so relaxed as she finished, and I leaned back against her soft breasts, her hard nipples poking into my back.

She reached her hands around and began to rub soap over my stomach, and then my breasts. My nipples were already hard, just from her hands and fingers running through my hair. She began to tease my nipples, her fingers swirling around them and lightly pulling at them. I turned my head and my lips met hers, my tongue reaching into her mouth to meet hers, twirling around together, feeling the electricity between them. Her hands continued on my breasts as I began to run my hands up and down her legs, feeling the smooth soft skin under my fingertips. My hands moved up the insides of her leg reaching her thighs.

Liza and I both knew that we had to be tough in our line of business, but as we played together in the tub, I thought how wonderful it was just to be girls...
 
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